I sent M a quick message at lunchtime about meeting for coffee or a drink. I meant to reach out to him after the weekend where G was home recently. He made excuses for not coming out, but I bet the reality was that he was hungover after his Eurovision party. He and MM host them annually and they seem to be drunken, fancy dress affairs.
Actually, now that I think of it, he might be an outside bet for going to see that band I posted about recently at CB Pub.
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